HARLEIGH'S POV:
My wolf's agonizing growl stirs me awake.
My body feels weak and heavy, as flashes of memory from before I passed out rush through my head.
I'm in a bright, windowless room, shackled to the bed.
Am I a prisoner now that Atticus is the acting Alpha? But why here and not in an actual prison?
Suddenly,...
Harper's face surfaces in my mind.
I struggle against the restraints to free myself and look for her, but it's no use.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" I force the words from my dry throat.
Then,...
The screen mounted on the wall flickers, and Atticus' hard face appears. He walks at the head of a long table, surrounded by the council, except Damian, who I remember was tranquilized too.
I doubt Atticus would ever dare kill him, but I still worry for him, and I hope he's doing okay now.
The council members glance up at the screen, aware I'm watching.
